Cooper had gone stiff beside him, ears forward, eyes fixed on the machine. Brian grabbed his phone and called Nate. Nate answered on the second ring. “You couldn’t wait?” “Come back.” A pause. “What happened?” “I played the tape.”
“And?” Brian looked at the player. “Just come listen to it.” Nate was quiet for a beat. “All right. I’m on my way.” Brian ended the call and stayed where he was, staring at the cassette. A few minutes later, headlights flashed across the front window.